The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-01-05

home of his childhood ana, departed
into the world, squandcring his treas.
| ure.
Judging from the wild extravaganza
of his life, clothed with the splendor
royalty, layishing the gold like waite
his brain appeared TO be an inexhaustiN
BILE mine
On the contrary, however, its con-
tents were already diminished TO the
extent that his eyes had perceptibly
sunken, his cheek had become more
hollow.
At last, one morning after a mad de-
bauch, alone amid the debris of the
feast, where the dying lights shone
with sickly pallor upon the deserted
scene of the carousal, the unhappy man
for the first time experienced alarm,
at the enormous breach which he had
already made in his treasure. Truly it
was time to refrain. From thence he
led new existence. The man with
the golden brain withdrawing from the
gay world. lived in retirement, subsist-
ing by hard labor, suspicious and tim
orous as a miser; endeavoring to for
got even the existence of those fatal
riches which he wished never to touch
again.
But unhappily friend had followed
him into his solitude, and this friend
was acquainted with his secret. One
night the poor man was started out of
his sleep by pain in his head, a fright
full pain; springing up in dismay, he
saw by the rays of the moon his friepdrl
who fled, conccaling something under
his cloak
The thief had stolen away still mora/
of his precious brain!
Shortly afterward the man with the
golden brain fell in love, and that was
the end of everything. He loved better
than his soul, little blonde creature
who loved him well in return; but who
preferred even to him, jewels and
iinery with which to deck herself from
her pretty head to the tip of her little
shoe.
In the hands of this delicate creature
half bird, half baby-the little pieces
of gold were an uncnding source of de-
light. While he never denied the in
diligence of her most extravaganza ca
prices, still for fear of paining her, he
concealed from her even to the end the
sad secret of his fortune
"Are we then very rich?" she would
say. The poor man would reply, "Oh,
yes very richr' and he lovingly smiled
at the little blue bird who was inno-
Gently devourng mis- brain.
Sometimes. nevertheless, seized with
fear. he became misery, but then the
little WOMAN would trip toward him,
exclaiming: my husband, as you are
rich. buy me something very costly"
whereupon he Immediately gratifed
her wish.
This lasted two years; then one it
morning the little woman died, with
out apparent cause, Just as bird dies
The treasure was almost exhausted
That which remained to him the
widower dedicated to burying his cher
ished dead with all the pomp which |
gold could purchase. Bells tolled
slowly, heavy chariots draped in black.
plumed horses, velvet believed with
tears Of silver-nothing appeared TO
him too beautiful for this relic Of NOR
trlity, whose last resting place he Gov
cred with immortelles. What mattered
to him now his goldP To the church
to the bearers-he gave ii every
where with lavish hand. Thus return
ing from the cemetery there remained
to him almost noting Of that marvellous
brain, except few particles clinging
to the wall of the skull. Then he could
have been seen wandering wildly
through the streets. his hands extend
ed, stumbling like a drunken man
In the evening. when all the shops
were illuminated. he paused before
large window, where all sorts OF beam
tiful things were glittering in the light
remaining there a long time. gazing n
two little shoes bordered with swans
down.